Because of retirement, he ushered in a rare leisure, and accompanied the elderly to Mangshi, Yunnan Province to hide in winter.
Mangshi is a cosy border town, close to Ruili and Tengchong, bordering Myanmar, with a strong Southeast Asian style. The origin of the name Mangshi is full of mystery. Legend has it that when Sakyamuni passed by here, it was just the sunrise, and the rising sun was shining, so it was called Mangshi.
Mangshi is close to the Tropic of Cancer, belongs to the ** belt area, and is a place where there is no winter. At this moment, the north is already icy and snowy, and the sun is shining at noon in Mangshi, because of the strong ultraviolet rays, there is a hot burning sensation in the sun, and it is cool and pleasant in the morning and evening.
Mangshi is surrounded by mountains, with blue sky and white clouds overhead, the air is moist and fresh, take a deep breath, and there is a sense of pleasure that cleanses the heart. It is also rich in geothermal resources, and you can soak in the hot springs for a while, and you can completely relax your body and heart. Then brew a pot of tea by the pool and sip it slowly, and you will feel fluttering.
The two sacred stupas are iconic buildings in Muang City. Anywhere in Mangshi, you can see the Menghuan Shwedagon Pagoda, and the Big Silver Pagoda is located opposite the Shwedagon Pagoda, the two stupas complement each other, one is graceful and gorgeous, and the other is simple and elegant.
There is also a peacock lake, which is like an emerald. Sparkling and colorful, I couldn't help but get excited, changed into running shoes, and embarked on the wide brisk road around the lake. The green shade on the side of the road covers the sky and the sun, like a giant green umbrella along the way, intimately shading the people along the way. The runners along the way have relaxed faces and natural expressions. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and slowly, I was also fluttering, and the wind was blowing under my feet, and I lost the difficulty of running, and I lost the hideous face when I was tired of running. People wander among the flowers, feeling that they are also one of the flowers, only caring about the splendor.
Life in Mangshi is slow-paced. I spin like a spinning top all day long, and I feel like a fairy here. There's a rooster downstairs who always roams freely by the creek during the day. In the morning, it snorts lazily and in a low voice. This long-lost rooster wake-up order makes me feel kind.
Mangshi, it is love at first sight, and I had this feeling of joy on the first day. True to its name, it is a dazzling place.